Sooooo...my car got broken into Sunday night. They stole my knives. And some text books. And possibly some empty mountain dew cans. But, mostly, it was my knives. I cried like a blubbering idiot. You know who is not sympathetic to lost knives? Drag queens. I was at drag bingo. I mean, of course I was. Then I woke up Monday with either food poisoning or death. Either way, I was ready to end it all.
So I get to class today and this stupid bitch face has left me a passive aggressive note about how our class doesn't alphabetize the spices. So, I did this. Don't fuck with me, bitches. I always win passive aggressive.
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Hey PS, this makes me love you more. Seriously.
OHMYGODILOVEYOU! I would want to drop kick a toddler if I were to walk up to the spice wall and they were like that. I'm sorry about your knives. If you need to, I would be more than happy to let you borrow my knives. I'm not the one still in culinary school, so I won't really be screwed without them. Just saying.
HAHA!!! You're my favorite kind of evil...
Dude, that SUCKS about your knives.
Also, did you REMOVE the labels or just turn them around backwards? Wow. Awesomeness.
Will you come alphabetize my spices?
Oh, and....I hate the people who stole your knives (originally typed stool...begin laughing...I am a great speller) I will declare revenge on their sorry asses.
Josey - I turned them all around backwards. Pretty sure the chefs would have killed me if I removed them all.
Whimsy - thanks for the offer, but I already replaced them. Also, it was Molly. I felt you needed that info.
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